Rap dude smack you i don’t got an attitude
Grab you slash you this is how i battle cruise

Straight to the centre caution do not enter

I be eating rappers i ain’t even meant to

I’m a little mental stab you with a pencil

I can see through you kind of like a stencil


I’m built tough no ford here rap top speed
No fourth gear

dark side beats no force here

Crew on top no falls dear



Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids
Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live



The bell tolls with the reapers glory

What you seen in life you couldn’t read in story

You people bore me you see me snoring

I be up all night don’t see the morning

Leave you john doe till you peoples mourning

Now i hit the sky so you can see me soaring


You ain’t so tough with that bad boy tuck

Ima get it how i’m living ima walk the walk outline my lines
I rap through thought

body bag the verse outlined in chalk


Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids

Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live

Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang
I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back

baby you could keep on moving

ima keep smoking this cuban

You ain’t even gotta talk cuz your english ain’t that fluent

We going big we going in

acting retarded and drinking gin


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it ain’t no thang

I like them rock and roll

bitches with the ripped up jeans


Get that paper do your thing

lets just make these bitches scream




Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang

I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it aint no thang

I like them rock and roll
bitches with the ripped up jeans